Five minutes ago, a strong earthquake hit Cebu City and neighboring provinces. As my luck would have it, I was in the shower when it struck.
Down the stairs, I rushed together with my fellow apartment-mates ---- they in slippers and house clothes, me in a towel with shampoo suds in my hair, soap on my face and a soap bar in hand.
As I write this, tremors continue to rock our building as the aftershock rolls through. We are back in the apartment. Apparently, my son has inherited my ability to stay calm in the midst of stress and distress. He is now packing our emergency bag with his clothes and canned goods from our pantry.
"We also need to bring money, Mom. Should we bring a matchbox or a lighter? Im going to miss all my books if the building falls down."
And me? Im on the desk writing this, like a good, little, crazy writer should be.
(Click post. And now Jed & I go back down to the parking lot with our hefty emergency bag. Stay safe, everyone.)
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